Here’s the sneaky part. After you finish a drama, you start noticing dramatic pauses in your own life. Your partner forgets to take out the trash, and you suddenly see them through a soft-focus filter, like it’s a slow-motion scene from “Falling Into Your Smile.”
You might even start speaking in dramatic monologues. “You… you remembered the milk?” (Cue the orchestral soundtrack.) It’s ridiculous, but it’s also a bit beautiful. The drama taught you to look for the epic in the mundane.
And ironic side note: real love is usually quieter. It doesn’t have a background score. But after a good CDrama, you listen harder for the unspoken beats.
